Ch 28: Cute animals in this chapter! Yippie!
"I'm not exactly a professional at the job."
"You're the best we've got, Diaz. Besides, you're not gonna be the one doing the dirty work. You're just gonna be there to supervise them." The general spoke.
Marco looked at the small police force. They had a sword each, and uniforms that distinguished them as police officers.
"Fine." Marco said "What are we even gonna do?"
"They're gonna lead the way to a farm. Once there, you have to tell them to kill some livestock. That house has been dipping and dodging on their taxes."
Marco sighed. This wasn't exactly avenging his parents and getting revenge at those Nazis, but at least it was something.
"Fine." Marco turned to the police "Let's form up boys! Straight line, come on!" The police followed their orders. "Do you all know where today's mission is?"
"Yes sir!" They shouted in unison.
Marco felt confidence throughout his body. He may be younger than them, but rank was the determining factor here.
"Bye. Be safe, kid!" Ok, maybe not for everyone.
They marched in an un-orderly fashion. They were only policemen, not trained soldiers. But they made their way to the outskirts of Mewni, and stopped at a farmhouse.
There were pigs out in the front, and they were the jolliest little pigs that ever lived. They rolled around in mud, their face shape made it look like they were smiling. Marco smiled too, until he recalled what had to be done.
Marco bit his lips in hesitation, but it was a direct order. He knew it had to be done.
"Attack those pigs!" His voice broke as he shouted.
At once, they unsheathed their swords. They knocked down the fence that separated them, and tackled the pigs. Marco closed his eyes, and he heard squeals. Yet, they didn't stop. One by one, he forced himself to look.
The pigs were pinned down, but not dead. One of the police officers turned his gaze from the pig to Marco.
"Waiting for your say, sir."
Marco walked with weak legs and crouched to one of the pigs. It was trying it's best to break free, but it had two men holding it down. Marco looked at the pig's head and, although they were different species, he saw an emotion. A primal emotion he saw so much and recognized instantly: Fear.
"Sir," One of the police officers said as he positioned his sword above the pig's neck.
It was unsettling that he and the pig could be so similar. Marco looked at the other pigs. They were scared too. Pinned down, with nothing to do but accept their fate. But they didn't. They struggled, never giving up on life.
He decided that that is what separates them from him. They would fight to the last breath. He would have the mental capacity to realize there was nothing he could do. Marco stood up and shouted "Kill the pigs!"
The swords were raised and plunged into the necks of the swine. Blood began to splatter onto the blades. As the swords were pulled back, the pigs twitched, and then they went limp.
Marco felt vomit coming up in his throat, but he fought it down. Although he knew they were just animals, he still felt horrible. Like he violated a sacred law of nature.
